BabyBalmainn - Flaw

All that talk bout love won't show it
For that flaw shit I ain't going
Who the hell they think they fooling
Well incase you weren't informed
Check your pipes I got that pressure
Too much packets I be booted
They got to cry to see they drip
And gang been fucking on they bitches
Who the one who really losing
Ain't ever ask for handouts
I want the bread to own the Palms
I really find that shit amusing
Let me tell you like baby lately
I need the meds you drive me crazy
She coming over for fornication
Money only reason for altercation
He switch on the code no alternating
Without all the love, know there wouldn't be hating
Got to rock when I roll like we sitting in a cradle
Stacking on that knowledge so my bread a keep on growing
Need to fuck the bag and tell that bitch to keep on hoeing
Play like I don't know, but really I be knowing
What's the use of a good hand if you was just gone show it
Know I ain't bout that drama shit, when it come to me
They won't help to bake the pie but then gone ask you for a piece
Some of the things be in my mental would leave you in total shock
Was never good at blending in crowds like I can't work photoshop
Niggas talking balling, they coming in shifts
Know the temporary people like to pop up and dip
It take a lot of energy to hold grudges still
Yeah that's why I never gave a fuck bout anything they got to say
Still ain't met no one that spit that shit like me up to this present day
All that talk bout love won't show it
For that flaw shit I ain't going
Who the hell they think they fooling
Well incase you weren't informed
Check your pipes I got that pressure
Too much packets I be booted
They got to cry to see they drip
And gang been fucking on they bitches
Who the one who really losing
Ain't ever ask for handouts
I want the bread to own the Palms
I really find that shit amusing

Written by:
Greshun Been

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